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... torn through the ice. Their limbs twitched, and frozen bodies shuddered, as if some buried instinct warned them of danger:
That man burns what cannot die.
Asmodeus lowered his hand slowly, blood still trailing from his fingertips.
The air was thick with fog, misted red by ruptured bodies and fire-steamed snow. And in that pause, that moment of stillness, Asmodeus spoke.
"Split the field. Vinea, take the centre. Lumina—web the east ridge. Asmodea, I want thorns at ...
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